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split-spectrum · 2 months ago

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Concessions

Chapter 4

Pairing: Obi Wan/FemReader

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, orgasm denial, edging, porn with very little plot

Description: Obi Wan chooses to undertake a trial that forbids him from sex for one year, and asks you to serve as his witness. As his close friend, you don't mind helping him. The rules of the trial are very clear. You make it your personal mission to find every exception.

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"Perhaps you should go," Obi Wan says, turning away from you after he closes the door to his quarters.

"I will," you assure him, already coming closer, not willing to let him put any distance between you. "Just as soon as we're finished."

He glances back at you, raising his brows in that helpless way of his, looking decidedly done with your antics, yet ravenously aroused despite it all. "We both have commitments in the morning."

You step around him, sliding your hands beneath his robe and dropping it to the floor, running your palms down his chest and pushing him firmly backward. "We'll be quick."

When his back hits the wall, a soft huffing noise leaves him. "Like we were in the detention cell?"

Your cheeks flush. Teasing him with soft licks, pulling off just to make him moan for you - to hear him plainly confess that you'd made him feel good... His accusation is embarrassingly well-founded. You clearly hadn't been speeding to the finish.

"Have it your way," you answer, voice as coolly detached as you can manage while everything in you is pulled tight, burning to touch him again. "I won't even use my mouth."

Your hand cups him through his clothes and he looks pained, almost sick. The creases in the corners of his eyes deepen and his face contorts into a scowl even as he lifts his chin and rests his head back against the wall to get a better view. He watches under heavy eyelids as you gather his pants and tug them down.

You lean into him, loving the way he twitches in your hand, and whisper close to his ear, "It'll be fast, promise."

He's still wearing that disapproving face when you squeeze him, already hard and throbbing between his legs. He's so pent up you can almost feel the heat radiating off of him. No matter how hard he pinches his brow, it doesn't help his case one bit. His eyes haven't left your hand for a moment. When you tug him, hot and dry and quick, your name falls from his mouth in a reflexively disapproving tone.

You just keep murmuring warm words against his neck. "Relax. Let me make you feel good."

A soft string of expletives drift through his clenched teeth. He's sucking air, hissing, trying to keep the stutter in his breath under control.

"I'll be honest, Obi Wan," you purr right next to his ear. "I am glad you didn't ask someone else. Having the chance to do this has been..."

You started the sentence with the intention to keep nudging him toward orgasm as fast as possible. Just running your mouth with whatever seductive words came to mind. But you've loosed a little too much of the truth, and you find you can't finish the thought.

Instead, you flick your wrist and curl your palm up and over his head, dragging through the precum that's been slowly pouring out of him since the detention cell. Your other hand slips down to cup his swollen balls, and he makes a strangled gasping sound.

"Fuck, mmm, there, it's-" he huffs through shaky breaths.

Again, he's saying, without saying it. You eagerly obey, stroking his cock and gently playing with his balls until his eyes have rolled back and he's starting to murmur filthy words you've never heard before.

"Oh, I'm close-" he chokes out after a few more moments of this; hardly any effort on your part. You're heaving your breaths right along with his, and you can almost feel how wide your pupils must be blown out right now, watching him writhing at your touch, right at the edge of coming. You feel perverted, eyes glued to his cock, only tearing up every few seconds to glimpse his sweaty, delirious face, waiting for the moment when his suffering turns to ecstasy.

"Come for me," you push. "I want to see it."

I want to taste it, you think, but you wonder if it might be too much to admit.

As if it's the first time it's occurred to him, Obi Wan opens his eyes to toss a quick, frantic glance at the table, and then around him.

"Blast, I hadn't-" his eyes roll closed again when you speed up your strokes, not wanting him to get distracted. His voice goes strained and airy. "Where- where shall I-"

It's so fastidious of him, wondering if he should make a mess of your clothes or the floor, and you can't help a little gush of adoration for him at the sight of his helpless, urgent face. You're about to give him your answer by falling to your knees when you hear a faint knocking sound.

Both of your hands still, and he drops the hem of his tunic to cover himself. Your eyes flick up to his.

"What was that?" you whisper, desperately hoping you can both agree to pretend you didn't hear it.

He swallows, giving a shake of head before looking frustratedly at the door.

You softly graze him a few times, not willing to give up. Not again.

"Master?" a small voice calls through the wood.

Obi Wan's eyes close and the mussed hair at the back of his head meets the wall as he releases a long, slow breath through his nose.

"Just a moment," he calls back, and you have to fight not to audibly groan.

You let him go when he tugs his pants back up, and you back across the room when he goes for the door. He stops to seemingly gather himself, silent and unmoving for a long moment before he opens it. The lights of the city illuminate the hall window behind the small figure in the doorway.

"Anakin," Obi Wan says with a slight tone of concern. "What is it?"

The boy isn't quite meeting his eyes. "I... had a nightmare."

Obi Wan sighs while Anakin looks off to the side. "My padawan..." he says softly, "we've discussed this before. You're getting too old for this... this..."

You can see, even in the dim light, how Anakin's little brow tightens, his downcast stare turning hard and sullen. Obi Wan doesn't finish his sentence. He just sighs again. "Come in."

Anakin finds you standing in the kitchen, pretending to find something to drink in the conservator. "Hi Ani," you greet him with a warm smile. It's not his fault, after all, that your evening is now hideously and irrevocably ruined. "You okay?"

His questioning stare turns shy again. "Yes, I'm okay."

"You can sleep in the main room," Obi Wan calls from behind him, already laying down blankets on the couch in what seems to be part of a too-familiar routine.

Anakin blushes and turns around, clearly not having expected to explain himself to anyone besides Obi Wan. Gratefully, you put down your juice and head for the door.

"We can work on that report some other time, Obi Wan," you tell him, catching his violently repressed gaze as you leave. "See you later."

"Of course," he answers, short and clipped. "Some other time."

'Some other time' arrives more swiftly than you'd expected.

You've seen more of him in the temple today than you can stand, really. You'd been obligated to participate in a training exhibition for a class of padawan learners, and when you'd walked in to see him in a tight-fitting undershirt, training rod in hand and soft, billowing pants hung loosely around his waist, you'd nearly turned around and walked out. The grappling portion of the demonstration had bordered on torture.

And at the end of the day, finally able to find some time alone in your quarters, there's one task more pressing than all others. You'd hardly made it through the door before you were stripping.

Perhaps it's unbefitting a young Jedi to find herself flushed, straining to remove her clothes, and shuffling beneath her covers to touch herself while thinking of another Jedi's warm breath tickling her ear, his legs wrapped around her waist as he'd pinned her to the ground. But you don't much care, at the moment. You're a luminous being, to be sure, but your body has been ignored for higher ideals all day.

Your middle finger is just about to brush the tip of your relief when your comlink finds the worst possible time to go off. Sucking air between your teeth, you sit up, pushing the covers back to check the screen and make sure you can ignore the call. Unfortunately, Master Plo's name is illuminated, and you quickly pull on your clothes and become a decent Jedi once again.

"...yes, Master. I'm sorry my last report was a bit further down the timeline than expected..."

"Oh, it isn't? Then how may I..."

"Oh, that's terrible..."

"... No, I have no other pressing matters..."

"... I see. Does- does Obi Wan know that you've asked me? Of course. Yes, I can leave right away..."

And that conversation is how you now find yourself requisitioning a ship at an unreasonably late hour, awaiting the arrival of Obi Wan and his padawan at the docks.

The path you'd charted for Master Plo's operation in the Shaltin Tunnels requires a stop near Florum for refueling. There are no alternate stops due to a recent dispute on Zygeria, meaning the one you'd planned is the only option. Unfortunately for everyone, pirates had gotten wind that there was only one feasible stop for Republic-friendly ships, and had threatened the private operators of the fuel depot, in an effort to commandeer the depot, and the profits. The pirates' plan had backfired, and rather than have their fuel in the hands of brigadeers and losing all their money, the fuel depot halted their supply line and closed business to relocate.

This essentially now means that no traffic can flow through the tunnels, but more importantly, it means that the mercy mission Plo had been planning for months to bring supplies to refugees of the Jedi-Zygerian conflict will be cancelled unless you can find a way to convince the fuel depot to reopen, at least temporarily, with the promise of Jedi protection.

It makes sense for him to have asked you. You're the one with the most up-to-date knowledge of navigating the tunnels. And Obi Wan, though still young, is already gaining a reputation as a skilled negotiator. You're the right team, no doubt.

The fact that heading to the Outer Rim will mean several days of hyperspace travel together, on a small ship, with nothing to do but kill time... that's the part that's making you tap your stylus on your data pad, biting your lip as you check your supply list for the seventh time.

At least it won't be just the two of you. Anakin will take up practically all of his time and attention, and while he's training his apprentice, you'll spend all your extra time in your personal quarters. You check the ship's layout again, to locate them.

Oh, wonderful - you have the largest available ship tonight, and there are no private quarters. Just one shared crew-rest room, with bunks built into the interior wall.

It's fine. Who needs privacy, anyway?

You're brought out of your thoughts when you hear Anakin and Obi Wan's voices approaching. It's hard to pinpoint where they are, in the dim light on the other side of the ship. You can hear them both, but Anakin's sounds fainter.

"Master, please, this isn't fair-"

"Fairness has nothing to do with it, young padawan. I need you to hear my words: Your lightsaber is your life. It's not simply another object, to be easily replaced."

"I know that, Master, I know-"

"If you knew, then you wouldn't be arguing."

You watch Obi Wan emerge from the shadows, talking to the small figure he's holding in his hand. Anakin's holoimage is scowling profusely.

"I shouldn't be punished just because my lightsaber got crushed. Something bad already happened to me, and now you're making it worse."

Obi Wan gives you a slight lift of his eyes in greeting as he nears you, bringing the conversation to an end. "Anakin, this is not a punishment, though it is a lesson. You must stay behind to attend the next gathering in a few days. I will not have you join me on a mission without a weapon."

There's a pause, Anakin's mouth screwed up in what you anticipate to be the start of another argument, but he eventually drops his head. "Yes, Master," he grouses, looking to the side.

"Goodnight, Anakin. May the Force aid you on your journey."

"Goodnight, Master," the sullen voice replies as Obi Wan marches past you, entering the cargo bay of the ship and shutting off his comlink.

You follow him inside, a smirk forthcoming despite your apprehension at hearing that Anakin won't be joining you.

Obi Wan sighs tiredly, then turns to look back at you. "Well, is everything ready?"

"It is," you answer, then let your smirk loose. "Anakin's lost another lightsaber? Hopefully he's learning his lesson this time."

"It isn't a lesson," He says dismissively as he strides over to the pilot's controls, pulling up the ship's schematic. "It's a punishment."

You lift your eyebrows in amusement, following him.

"Either way..." you drawl, folding your arms as you lean against the console next to him, datapad hanging casually over your elbow. "Looks like it's just the two of us."

He looks up at you, then back to the screen, and flicks his eyebrows without looking at you to indicate he'd heard what you said. But he doesn't say anything back.

"So," you go on, carefully testing the waters, "I was wondering... should these be on the list, or no?"

You uncross your arms, turning the datapad so he can see the supply list, scrolled to the bottom where the last item reads 'binders'.

He frowns thoughtfully. "I don't forsee any need to take prisoners."

You shift against the console, loosing a breath. Is he intentionally making this difficult?

"Not for that."

"For-" His face drops. "Oh."

"I could... finish what we started," you offer, mustering your boldness.

"N-no," he stammers. You've never heard him stammer in your life. "I don't, uh..." He tilts his chin down, clearing his throat and evening out his tone. "I think we should focus on our mission."

A few long beats pass while you let your eyes dance over his face, working out his expression. He has to be so pent up right now, but you wouldn't know it from looking. You can't blame him, though, for not wanting to try after the most recent, painful denial.

"Okay," you say softly, a small smile in place. "We can focus on the mission."

You go back to studying your checklists as the bay doors close and Obi Wan locks in your coordinates. The lights of Coruscant are soon replaced with the lights of hyperspace, and all your interruptions and excuses are replaced with the cold, quiet hum of an empty ship.

Yawning as the caf finishes brewing, you take out one mug from the ship's small galley, and then a second. It's been a long day-cycle. You've both spent some time settling in, putting your supplies and belongings away, and now there's nothing left to do but to wait and to prepare.

Obi Wan has taken his place right back at the pilot's seat, one leg crossed over the other as he flips through screens on his datapad. You bring the two mugs with you as you make your way back over to him. Hooking your finger out from the side of your caf, you press a button on the wall that slides out a chair, and you bump the other mug against Obi Wan's shoulder as you take your seat.

"Caf?"

He glances at it, then hums his appreciation as he takes it from you. "Thank you."

You study him for a moment, then tilt your head. "Well?"

"Yes?" he asks without looking up.

"I thought we could talk about our plan of approach."

He lifts his gaze. "Our plan?"

You were sipping your drink, but you abruptly stop. "The mission?"

He taps the screen in his lap and it goes dark. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I have been tasked with negotiations. There is no need for both of us to be involved."

Your eyebrow wrenches violently upward, but you manage to keep your tone calm. "So, if you're the negotiator, that makes me the... what?"

"Navigator," he finishes easily.

"Navi-" You cut yourself off before you raise your voice. Then you try again. "If I didn't know better, I would say It sounds like you expect me to sit on the ship while you do all the work."

"You don't need to stay on the ship, but if you'll allow me the courtesy of taking the lead..."

Allow him the courtesy. You can't deny his skill in manipulation. He's already crowned himself captain of the team, and now he'll pretend to defer to your authority. You can hardly keep from rolling your eyes. But there's no point in arguing, as long as the job gets done.

You take a long sip to maintain your composure. "Alright. So what is your plan, then?"

He straightens his shoulders, then answers simply, "I haven't got a plan." When you widen your eyes, he quickly adds, "It isn't necessary."

"What do you mean it isn't necessary?"

He sighs, then uncrosses his leg and places his caf on the control panel. "Being overprepared before first contact can often do more harm than good. I don't wish to form any opinions until we meet."

You laugh a little, in disbelief. "You don't want to overprepare, so you make no plans at all?"

"The fuel depot is owned by humans, yet we do not know anything about them. Not what system they hail from, their enemies or allies... The only reliable information is that they seek to make credits, and they don't particularly care for pirates."

"Fine. No direct plan of approach," you allow. "Then why not at least practice some possible scenarios?"

"I would rather not."

"You'd rather not." You shake your head. "Why? Why not let me help you?"

"It just isn't necessary."

You let your irritation collapse into silence. If you were giving anyone else the look you're giving him, they would shrink in discomfort. But he meets your hard stare with one of his own, and you feel your pulse beginning to pound.

"I see now. This is about your ego."

You say it, and you stand up and walk away.

You convince yourself you're giving him the unflinching criticism of the Jedi, pointing out his flaws while not sparing his feelings. But as you turn your back to him, reaching again for the caf to top off your cup, you know you said it not only because it's true, but because it felt good.

"You can believe what you like," he says, and you hear him leave his chair. "But I have my own methods, and you should respect that."

You sniff a short laugh, not looking back at him. "Okay, sure. I'll respect your method of removing me from my own mission."

"That isn't a fair assessment. Each of us have certain strengths-"

"Who do you think you're talking to?" you interrupt. "Don't condescend to me, Obi Wan. You want the satisfaction of knowing you saved the day, again."

"I don't want anything, except to help Master Plo accomplish his goals."

"Unless it means that you don't make all the decisions along the way."

Suddenly, he's beside you, clearly tired of talking to your back. He puts his hand on the countertop next to your mug, and catches your eyes. "I don't find this amusing."

You raise your brows. "I wasn't joking."

"I won't have my integrity questioned."

You turn to him, arms folded. "I wasn't questioning your integrity. I just don't understand why you don't see me as an asset. It seems foolish."

He scoffs. "Of course I see you as an asset. And I am not trying to diminish your abilities-"

"It's funny to hear you insist upon that point, and yet-"

"Stars!" Obi Wan finally shouts over you. Then he rolls his eyes, looking off to the side in exasperation. "Why do you have to be so..."

You blink, startled by his outburst, and suddenly aware that you've slowly backed up against the side wall of the small galley area. You cross your arms tighter, bracing your back against it. "So... what?"

"So..." he trails off, seeming to be searching for the right word. "...abrasive."

"Abrasive?"

"Yes, and difficult," he says, voice softer, but holding an edge that hadn't been there before.

You let the comment hang between you, noting the tension in his jaw. He's still staring at you, unflinching. Usually he would apologize right about now. But when he doesn't back down, you tamp down the thrumming in your chest and take a breath before responding with as neutral a tone as you can manage. "If you find me so abrasive and difficult, then why have we been friends for as long as we have?"

He doesn't reply, just closes his mouth and stares through you. It looks like he's trying to come up with an answer, which makes you bristle.

"Why did you ask me for help with the Nikkama if you can't stand to be around me?" you push.

Your question clearly gets under his skin, and several odd emotions swim through his gaze before he finally answers. "Perhaps that was a mistake."

Your stomach drops. You hadn't expected that, but you won't give him the satisfaction of reacting. You shrug yourself up from the wall, making him back up a little, and slide out of the galley to head back to the crew quarters.

"Well, glad we have that clarified. I'm going to have a rest. If I have permission for that, Captain."

He calls your name as you walk away, and you don't bother to look back, pressing the button to close the door behind you.

You emerge from the refresher, towel-drying and still very on-edge, much later.

Alone in the crew quarters, you'd found meditation elusive in your current state, and decided to try a shower to clear your mind. It calmed you down a little, but Obi Wan's words are still needling you as you slide into your underclothes. They're going to be spinning in your head for a long time, you realize. Maybe this was a mistake, after all. Just like he'd said.

The soft fabric slips up your thighs as your towel drops to the floor, and you're just closing up the front of your bodice when the door to the room slides open.

Obi Wan doesn't see you at first, crossing over to where you're standing beside the bunks built into the wall. The lights in the room are turned down from when you'd been trying to meditate. When he looks up and sees you, he stops dead where he stands.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he says, averting his eyes immediately to the floor. "I heard the refresher and I thought... thought I had time to- to..."

He's already halfway back to the door, not finishing his sentence, when you ask bluntly, "To what?"

"There is a datacard I need," he explains, still looking at the ground. "I will find it later. I apologize."

You scowl, pulling on your loose-flowing pants and tying them off at your waist. "Might as well get it now."

"No, it's not-"

"They're your quarters, too. Just get whatever you need," and get out, you want to add, but you hold your tongue.

He hesitates, then turns without looking at you, walking back to his bunk. He doesn't say a word as you watch him retrieve his bag of personal supplies.

His silence drags on, and you want to get your tunic, but he's standing between you and your bed where it sits. So instead, you watch him dig and pretend not to be feeling as exposed as you are.

"Did you get those files on Cadinth I sent you?" you ask, trying to pass the time.

"I did," he replies, sorting through the bag and not looking up.

"Did you review them?"

He doesn't answer.

"Did you even glance at them?"

"I've said I have the files."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I will get to them."

"When?"

He drops the top of his bag, resting it on the bunk, and looks over at you, keeping his eyes leveled at your face. "I've told you I will read them. Why must you doubt everything I say?"

"Because you're doubting me first," you retort, childishly. "I told you everything I sent was relevant, so why put off reading it?"

"I have a process."

"And everything needs to go according to your plans."

"I could say the same of you."

You feel your cheeks heating, frustration simmering up to a boiling point. "What is that supposed to mean?"

He turns toward you, his task forgotten. "You seem to imply I have a problem with control. Perhaps you should look inward."

"Unbelievable. You're going to turn this on me?"

"I'm simply pointing out-"

"No, you're choosing not to listen. And as usual, you're manipulating things in your favor."

"In my favor?" He takes a few steps toward you as he talks. "Nothing about this situation has been in my favor. On that, you can be assured."

"Which part, exactly, has been so trying for you? Unilaterally planning the mission based on your personal preference? Or just dealing with me? Is that it?"

"Stop trying my patience. You are looking for an argument, and I won't be drawn into it."

Your eyes widen. Then you sneer. "I am so tired of you trying to put me in my place."

He barks an insulted laugh. "I've done no such thing."

"Really?" you ask. "Then tell me, what do you call what you've been doing? I have all the same training and experience as you, and yet I'm not worthy of taking part in your mission? I'm a liability?"

"No," he scowls, tossing a look at the wall like he's trying to gather himself.

"Then what? What am I?"

"A distraction," he spits, instantly, as if it's been on the edge of spilling out of him for quite some time.

Your jaw goes rigid, your head suddenly filled with static. That's the way he views you?

His eyes soften for a moment, and he opens his mouth as if he's about to take it back, but that would only be more insulting - pretending he didn't mean it. You don't want to give him the chance.

"You've always been arrogant, but this is a whole new level."

His scowl deepens. "That is not what I meant. I'm not... not capable of-"

"Of thinking from anyone's point of view but your own?" You huff derisively. "I don't see how any explanation you give would make this less insulting. I'm a Jedi Knight, same as you, Obi Wan, and I deserve the same-"

"Yes, you are!" he bursts out, nearly making you take a step back as he closes the distance between your bodies. "Have you considered behaving like one?"

Your brow pinches, but you're too distracted by him pressing in close to respond properly. "I... what- what are you..."

"You have shown no compassion; no consideration." You see the frustration in his eyes as he closes in. "And I am at your mercy, unfortunately for us both."

"I don't understand what that means," you murmur, still overcome with irritation, but put off-balance now, by the way he's talking.

He glares at you. "Don't- don't play the fool." His gaze slides down to where your clavicle rises and falls, the tops of your breasts spilling over your tight underclothes. He quickly flicks his eyes back up to your face. "It doesn't suit you."

That one look is enough to make you squeeze your thighs together, but it isn't enough to cool your temper. "You're the fool, if you think you can guilt me into following your orders by quoting principles at me."

It shouldn't thrill you so much to watch the corner of his mouth curl in displeasure, but it does.

"You're impossible."

"Oh? The perfect Jedi finally admits he lacks compassion, but only when it comes to me."

"It's not compassion I lack," he grits out.

"Then what is it, Obi Wan?" you ask, practically talking against his mouth.

His lashes flutter as he drops them once, then twice, to your parted lips. But the signals lighting up in your brain have to be wrong, because he can't be thinking of kissing you.

You try, desperately, to get things back on track. But when you speak, your voice comes out as a whisper. "What is it you lack?"

Silence. Silence. Silence. And then - his mouth on yours.

He kisses you deeply, and suddenly all of the fury you'd built up inside is translated into the pent up, raw hunger that it truly is. His hand is holding your jaw, pulling you close, keeping you steady for him to devour. You whimper softly, and he answers the question at last:

"Control."

You exhale, whining against his tongue as he walks you backward, gripping your waist and pressing you down into the lowest bunk. Your hands fly up into his hair, clutching wildly at soft, golden fistfuls, and letting your fingers run down his scalp as he lowers his mouth to your neck. Heat pulses between your legs as he drags his wet mouth over your sensitive skin.

"Fuck," you moan, "This is- we can't... We're not supposed to..."

He groans into your neck, and the sound makes everything in you pull up tight and hot. He closes his mouth over yours again, teeth grazing your bottom lip. You pull him in deeper, your teeth clashing with his as the kiss devolves into something messier, more primal, more urgent.

You roll your hips, needing to feel more of him, and his body eagerly responds. He's stiff in his pants, and feeling him drag against you is making you lose your mind. Your hand instinctively moves to touch him, but he grips your wrist with iron-clad certainty.

"Stop," he says, even as he continues kissing you. "I can't- can't take it."

He presses your hand into the bed until you go limp, and then releases. You bring it up to his face, rubbing your palm along his bearded jaw. "I'll take care of you," you plead into his mouth. "Just let me."

His breath is getting ragged, and when he pulls back, his lips are swollen, bright with color from being sucked and bitten. He shakes his head, brow pinched tight. "I wish that I could, darling, but stars above, just look at you."

Your panting breath cuts off, caught in your throat. You try, but your mind isn't functioning enough to say anything in response.

"If I do not stop now, I won't stop at all." He leans down to kiss you, pressing his lips softly against yours. Then he whispers, floating warm words against your ear, "You'll have me begging to finish inside of you."

Your eyes squeeze shut as you wonder if it's possible to come just from his voice. He nips just below your jaw, then sucks slowly down your neck as you do your best not to writhe out of your clothes.

"And we can't have that, can we?" he rumbles at the side of your throat.

It takes every last drop of your willpower to shake your head, but you do it.

"N-no."

No. You agree. Of course not.

But... fucking why, again?

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — second one for aemond my loves!!! I haven't had the idea to write for daemon yet so let's see what comes to my mind — or from you (remember to follow me before requesting)!!! follow, reblog and comment !! follow @sstanhoe-updates if you don't wanna miss anything!!!

“Aren't you going to dance with me, my Prince?” you pouted at your husband who sat at the long table along with his brother, sister and mother, next to him your empty seat. Aegon was slouching his seat in the middle of the table with a cup of wine while Haelena danced around the room. Queen Alicent sat next to the empty chair that belonged to her daughter, leaving Aemond to Aegon’s right.

Aemond gave you a chuckle, “you know I do not like dancing,” he took a sip of his wine. You walked around the table, pulling your chair away and squeezed inside the space.

You laid your hand on his cheek, “not even for your lady wife?” once again pouting, with your hand still on his cheek you slowly sat down on his lap, your other hand finding a home around his neck.

“I love you very much my lady wife, however I have to leave you alone,” he sounded sorry, Aemond took your hand from his cheek kissing your knuckles.

It was nothing new that Aemond did not like to dance, but for you he often made an exception. You thought it would work with the puppy eyes, it did not, which meant you had to raise heavy artillery…jealousy.

“Fine, if my dear lord husband won’t dance with me, I will find someone else,” you huffed and lifted yourself from his lap.

He watched you leave, swaying your hips. It didn’t take long before a lord asked you for a dance which you accepted and gave Aemond a teasing smirk. Your husband was well aware of the game you played and despised the fact that it was working.

Lord Markentower had his hands on your waist as you rested yours on his shoulders, “I cannot understand why your lord husband won’t dance with you, you’re such a beautiful lady,” everything was fine until that slime opened his mouth. “Well lord Markentower, it does not matter how beautiful I am if he refuses to dance with me,” you kept your tone as polite as possible.

“Of course it does, if I had a beautiful wife just like you then I would never miss a chance to show her off,” he sounded arrogant and sure of himself that he would even get a wife to show off with this attitude.

“Are you saying that if I was ‘ugly’ then you would not have asked me for a dance?” you always hated when men downplayed a woman's beauty just because they didn’t fit their type.

“I wouldn’t have, you are correct. Who would want to dance with someone ugly?” he asked as he twirled you around. “Do well to remember lord Markentower that just because a woman does not fit your type means she is ugly.”

The voice of the young lord annoyed you to a point where you wished you would have never taken him up on that dance, but Aemond’s reaction would soon make it better.

Aemond was still sitting next to his brother watching your every move, he noticed by the way your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes squinted that the lord must have said something to anger you but you kept your cool, trying hard to make him jealous and the worst thing? It was working.

His eye caught the lord squeezing your waist a little harshly and how he pulled you closer. The action made Aemond stand up without hesitation.

Aegon watched him amused, he enjoyed watching how you knew which buttons to press with Aemond. It was different to him, Aegon knew which buttons to press to annoy his brother but yours were completely the opposite.

The young prince walked towards you with a glare directed at the man next to you.

“Excuse me, I would like to dance with my wife now,” he interrupted the two of you. Giving him a smirk you shook your head, “I am very sorry to decline your offer lord husband, you did not want to dance with me ten minutes prior and now that I have found someone you can not just steal me away,” you teased causing Aemond to roll his eye.

Lord Markentower gave Aemond a cocky smile, “the lady has spoken and I'm not quite finished with her,” you wanted to punch him in the face.

Aemond stayed calm at first and smiled at the Lord, a smile you knew meant no good. He put a hand on the lord's shoulder, pressing down, “if your life is dear to you I suggest you take your hands off my wife,” Aemond growled.

He let go of you with a fearful expression and scrambled to get away from Aemond who snaked his arm around your waist pushing you flush against his chest.

“I have this odd feeling that you like making me jealous…,” he teased and you rolled your eyes huffing, “me? Never."

Aemond shook his head and leaned down, “you have been a very bad girl…I think this calls for a punishment,” he whispered against the shell of your ear causing goosebumps to adorn your body.

Your husband smirked at your reaction and led you out in the hallway. His mother watched the two of you leave with a concerned look, she heard the whispers about you, what the Prince and his wife were doing in the middle of the hallways.

Once outside the hall, it was only for a matter of seconds before Aemond had you pushed against the nearest wall. Mouth pressed on yours, seducing you into a passionate kiss.

His hand bunched up your dress, and a surprising sound left his lips as he noticed something missing, “did we skip something this morning my love?”

Giggling, you bit his lip, “it must have slipped my mind,” you said innocently.

“Little minx,” he muttered, his hand stroking over your glistening folds, “already so wet for me, did my jealousy make you this wet?” Aemond's warm breath collided with your skin causing you to arch your back.

Aemond dipped his middle and pointer finger inside your cunt. A moan slipped from your lips as he caressed your sweet spot.

“You wanna let the whole castle know what we're doing?” his hand trailed up to your throat gently grasping it. “I wasn't the one who pushed you against a wall like a horny–,” Aemond's hand closed around your throat, cutting off the air for a second causing you to gasp.

“You little brat,” the Prince growled before he pulled you off the wall. The way he manhandled you only turned you on more, it would be described as sick by the ladies at court. His hand was still on your throat however his grip was gentler. “I wanted to be slow and help you ease into me but now I feel like you need to learn a serious lesson,” Aemond told you as his hand moved from your throat to the small of your back.

You were led to the hallway in which your shared room laid, this hallway was more secluded from the others and at this hour no one came by anyway.

His lips found yours again, they were pure addiction giving a feeling of ecstasy every time they touched you. They were as soft as pillows and you wished they would never leave you.

Your hands cradled his sharp jaw, Aemond desperately tried to open his pants as he was still kissing. He had to put all his concentration on his pants because as soon as your lips were sealed with his everything in his head was you.

Finally he got himself free and his angry leaking tip hit his clothed stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight, you wished you could suck him off but there was no time.

Aemond broke from your kiss, in need of air, his hands howled up your dress and he took your naked thighs lifting you up to line himself right with your entrance.

“Oh god!” You shouted, you would never be able to adjust to Aemonds length in such a short time – or ever.

“Quite or do you wanna get caught?” by the clenching of your cunt around his girth Aemond smirked, “so you do wanna get caught,” he pushed his hard member inside you again, without remorse.

Alicent Hightower couldn't shake the feeling that the whispers were true so shortly after his son and wife left she followed them. She rounded the corner and gasped loudly at what she found.

Her dutiful son had you pressed up against a wall with his cock deep inside you, you were moaning and whimpering. Alicent couldn't let this get out. “Aemond Targaryen! You let go of her right this instant. What were you thinking?” she shouted at her son.

Aemond froze just like you, turning his head he looked right into the eyes of his raging mother. He cleared his throat and let you down before turning around to tuck himself back in.

“I'm sorry your grace–,” “do not worry my dear, I will have a talk with Aemond about this and his behavior, he shouldn't have seduced you to this, go rest dear,” the former Queen said now in a softer tone. You nodded shamefully and turned around to leave but not before you looked at Aemond again.

You winked at him and gave a little smirk, it was not over yet.

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yanderes-galore · 6 months ago

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May I request a romantic concept *or* alphabet for Cersei Lannister (Game of Thrones) please?

Take as much time as you need, I really started to like her around seasons 5 and 6 ^^

🕊️ anon

Sure! I kept most of the info here general due to where I am in the story. So hopefully this concept can be applied to all seasons :)

Yandere! Cersei Lannister Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Blackmail, Coercion, Threats, Sadism, Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Stalking, Mind break, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Implied intimacy, Violence, Murder, Blood, Sexism mentioned, Forced "relationship".

You just know Cersei's one of the worst yanderes to have.

She often betrays those who trust her and only looks out for herself.

Every word out of her mouth is no doubt a lie.

Which means, even her obsession is strung along with her words and actions.

Cersei is aware of the fear people feel for her, she knows with one simple order she can have someone executed and their House either destroyed or tainted.

In fact, fear is often something she uses against her darling.

Cersei's primary way of keeping you in line is messing with your head.

Cersei would accuse you and your House of crimes you didn't commit, gaslighting you into obedience.

You may not be aware of your crimes, but she has witnesses and spies (whom she paid to go along with it... or threatened).

However, if you or your family were genuinely conspiring against her and her family...?

Great, now she can blackmail you into submission.

Essentially, Cersei will find dirt on you to have an excuse to watch you.

It doesn't matter if said dirt is real or imagined... she'll find some way to keep you under her command.

This method would also be how the queen kidnaps you for herself later on.

She's merely imprisoning you for your crimes.

Which is just a front to have you under her watch all the time.

Cersei is worse than merely a liar... she's ruthless, sadistic.

There's times she really does act like a lioness, proving true to the Lannister crest.

Cersei puts up the act of being mature and regal.

In reality, due to a lack of parenting, she's self-centered, immature, petty, a brat.

She's ambitious and short-sighted.

Cersei is willing to sacrifice a lot to get you into her arms.

In fact, she rarely even considers the consequences.

She doesn't entirely think things through.

As long as she gets her way, that's all that matters.

She doesn't care if you hate her.

Fine, you can, but she isn't letting go.

In fact, if she breaks you...

Then you can never leave her side, you'll have unwavering loyalty.

Except, Cersei doesn't even think that through half the time.

Breaking you could make you an unentertaining husk... she'd lose you.

In more ways than one if you were pushed way too far.

Cersei is dangerous to all who's around her.

She doesn't see her obsession as their own being most of the time.

She sees you as a pet, an extension of herself sometimes.

It's hard to say if the "love" she has for you is even genuine.

Where's the line when it comes to her?

Even towards her own children... "love" with her isn't love.

It feels almost like narcissistic ownership.

As queen, her word is law.

She has you under watch all the time.

She gives you your own chambers at first, a guard always by your door to prevent escape.

But soon enough she's trying to convince you to share her chambers, just to have you within arm reach.

If you disobey her, she disregards chambers all together.

You can sit in a cell for all she cares.

You'd still be hers.

Those close to you are threatened, used for bargaining, or outright executed.

What better way to gain compliance than using those close to you as a way to bargain.

She knows you're close to your House, she knows you have friends...

She knows you had past lovers... perhaps even children...

Cersei is not afraid to sacrifice everything you hold dear if it means your loyalty and obedience is only towards her.

She's petty and impossible to reason with.

She cares little when you cry at the sight of all the blood.

Or when she tells you she had someone's head mounted on a pike for being too close to you.

In fact, Cersei would demolish your House and home if it meant you had to rely on her.

You can't disobey if you have nothing to fight for, right?

Cersei is no doubt seductive and flirtatious towards you.

She has seduced many to garner their loyalty.

To her, this isn't about love.

This is about power and control...

Cersei's a megalomaniac, power means everything.

She wants to prove to others that they should fear her.

She may be no man, but she's got power and is ruthless all the same.

She gains sadistic pleasure when watching you bend the knee for her.

In fact... she just likes it when you're on your knees.

Cersei is easily jealous and possessive.

Her jealous and selfish attitude is the reason blood is spilled.

She does offer to wipe your tears when you see her kill another who's close to you... picking them off one by one like she did Robert Baratheon's illegitimates...

Yet afterwards she tells you not to shed anymore for them.

To Cersei, she owns all of you.

Your tears, your blood, everything...

You can't stop her.

When she lures you in close with promises of seduction and pardons for supposed crimes... she then locks you up.

You get to be stuck in a cell for her entertainment.

If you're lucky and obey, she'll reward you.

She'll give you little kisses, an affectionate touch anywhere you want.

She'll gladly use seduction to keep you hooked on her... to rely on her.

Perhaps even let you out and make you her royal pet.

She doesn't need a ring to keep you as hers.

She just needs threats, coercion, and sweet little praises to make you loyal.

Resist all you want, she'll break you down all the same.

She's the queen, she gets what she wants.

She proves that to you countless times, kissing you hungrily with a bruising grip.

She doesn't resort to whining to make you love her.

She simply takes what she wants, because you are hers.

It doesn't matter if her "love" for you is mutual or not...

She'll take you for herself all the same.

#yandere game of thrones #yandere got #yandere cersei lannister

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pbforeva · 6 months ago

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after this i’ll probably switch to updating every other day 😔

but enjoyyyy

part 9!

**TW: DV**

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Evelyn's pov:

No, she's wrong. Blake isn't abusive. He would never do that to me, he loves me. She just doesn't get it, I mean many people don't. I pick myself up from the bench I was sitting on and attempt to wipe a few tears. I start my walk back to my apartment with Blake, when I realize I don't have my phone.

It's ok, I don't need my phone, currently, I just need Blake. Oh shoot, I still haven't texted him. Well, I guess seeing me is better than a text. Soon I arrive at my door and I slowly open it.

"Blake," I call throughout the apartment with tears streaming down my face.

"Evelyn? Where the fuck were you?" He asks in an angered tone.

"I'm sorry, I lost my phone," I choke out, as my tears increase.

"Yeah, well were you cheating on me?" He asks, while slamming his hand next to my face.

"No-no I would never, you know-" I try to say, but suddenly I'm cut off by Blake punching me in the side of my face. I feel blood start to spread throughout my mouth.

"You know, I don't believe you," he yells out before he pushes me to the ground.

"I TOLD YOU TO TEXT ME," he shouts as he gets on top of me and starts hitting me all over. My mind is spinning and my hearing is fading, the only consistent thing is the hits raining down on me.

Blake's pov:

She deserves this. All I asked was for her to text me, was that really so difficult? After I didn't get a text by ten p.m., I went over to Aurora's dorm to see if she was there. I knocked, and I knocked a few more times before I threw my hands up in frustration because no one answered. She was definitely cheating me.

Rage has over taken me and I can barely control my own actions. I continue to yell at her, hitting her anywhere I can think to.

After about ten minutes, my rage begins to subsides, and I stop hitting her. I get up off the floor and make my way to the kitchen, I grab a rag, wet it a bit, and start to clean off my bloodied knuckles. I hate when she makes me do this to her. She knows I don't like to hurt her, why can't she just be a good girlfriend?

I walk back out to the living room and look at my Evelyn. Wow, I don't think I've ever hit her this hard, especially near her face. Whatever, this isn't my problem to deal with. She'll wake up in the morning and clean herself up, along with the blood splattered floor.

I probably won't come back for a day or two. She looks horribly ugly right now and I don't want to see that. She is so incredibly sad all the time as well, I'll come back when she is a bit more pleasant looking. Why would I stick around right now when I could be with hotter girls? Evelyn is my safety net, no matter how many girls I get with, I won't ever let her get away.

Paige's pov:

Today has been a tough day. Aurora went to the beach, alone, and turned off her phone because she needs a little bit to collect herself. Although I can't blame her, it would be nice to have someone to talk to about Evelyn's predicament.

I can't talk to KK about this because this would be a big burden on her. She loves to fix things because she's a bit uncomfortable when around serious situations, and I don't want to put my stress on her.

Aubrey is out of the question because she would suggest we would go tell the authorities. We don't even have evidence, and Evelyn denying it wouldn't help our case. She just doesn't get everything.

I guess I could tell Azzi. She always understands, knows how to comfort me, and keep it respectful. I guess I'll go talk to Azzi about it. No way I'm getting up though, my bed is way comfier than hers.

AZZI BOO

Hey, can you come to my room?

Yeah, what's up?

I have to talk to you about

something

Yeah, I'll be right there

After about five minutes, a confused Azzi stumbles into my room. She comes to sit on the bed with me, noticing the stressed out look in my eyes.

"What did you want to talk about?" Azzi questions me gently.

"It's about Evelyn," I say while looking down. Looking up, I continue, "I think she's being abused by her boyfriend," I finish with my voice breaking. I watch as Azzi's face twists with a mix of emotions, fear and dismay being the most prevalent.

"What? How? Wait where is she?" She says, the words almost running out of her mouth.

"I'm not exactly sure, she left about twenty minutes ago," I reply.

"Well how do you know?" She questions me further.

"Well, at the party, I was just watching everyone, not really feeling the dancing. I eventually saw Aubrey and Evelyn dancing together and having good time, but then Evelyn's shirt came up and her whole stomach was covered in bruises. Also, at the end of the night, I ended changing her and I noticed four small, circular bruises around one of her wrists." I utter as the weight of it all comes down on my shoulders, realizing how dire the situation is.

"Oh gosh," Azzi said, seeming to be at a loss for words. Finding the strength to talk again, she says, "We should go find her and make sure she's safe."

I agree and quickly wipe the tears from my eyes before we go. Wait, I don't know where she lives. Although, she did leave her phone here.

I grab her phone and open it, I'm surprised there isn't a password, but it's helping me so, whatever. I go to her google maps and tap on the location that's labeled 'home'.

Azzi and I begin the walk to her apartment. The walk is short, and we continue to talk about Evelyns situation. Eventually we arrive, and it's been about forty minutes since she left. That much couldn't have happened, right?

The door is cracked open by a bloodied rag. Oh gosh, what happened? Azzi and I make eye contact, knowing this isn't a good sign. I push the door open and walk a few steps into the kitchen. I start scanning the apartment for any sign of Evelyn, and I stop on the living room floor, where I see a bloodied Evelyn, laying in a pool of blood.

Oh gosh, why did I let her leave? That was stupid, this is all my fault. I call out to Azzi, telling her to come here, as I run over to Evelyn. Tears prick in my eyes as I notice the extent of her injuries. Her nose seems to be broken, along with a few ribs, the Uconn hoodie she went home in now across the room. I attempt to check her breathing, when my heart stops for a second.

"AZZI," I yell out, "She's barely breathing! Call someone," I scream with tears streaming down my face. I hear Azzi calling 911 as I begin to pray over Evelyn's unconscious body.

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I decided to make this chapter a cliff hanger because @ollieslesbo said she loves them so much 🤗

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optimisticstudentangel · 2 years ago

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Hi, please ignore this if your asks are closed. But how would Diavolo (and any other characters you would like to write) react to a introverted MC that starts shaking if they talk to much. Like they are not really used to long periods of interaction.

Side characters with introverted MC that starts shaking if they talk to much

Diavolo

The demon prince is very attentive to the emotions and states of his interlocutors. He is good at noticing someone else's nervousness, fears, fatigue and other feelings. Therefore, it will not be difficult for him to understand that his interlocutor can’t communicate due to introversion.

It should be noted that he did not often encounter this. Since diplomats from other worlds and subjects of the prince were trained for such cases. For interviews or serious conversations with Diavolo, people with endurance and sociability were selected.

The demon was surprised at your trembling, but tried to smooth things over with a joke. If that doesn't help, he'll ask you to slowly inhale and exhale in the hope that this will help you a little.

- MC, if you feel uncomfortable talking, then please tell me about it. I always try to be understanding to such things. Do not step over yourself if it brings you to such a state, - said Diavolo.

The following times, the future king kept in his head the idea that it was hard for you to talk for a long time. He also warned other demons to prevent you against awkward situations. Diavolo also looked for ways to communicate with you in which it won’t be so hard for you. He suggested talking through messages. It indeed worked better.

Barbatos

The butler witnessed you trembling next to an unfamiliar demon who was asking you something. He saw that you were scared and were not able to say a single word. Barbatos took it as that demon trying to scare you.

He approached the demon from behind and asked with a smile: “What's the matter? Are you in need of something?”. Although the butler was smiling, his eyes said otherwise. The demon you didn't know asked for forgiveness and left as soon as possible.

- MC, are you all right? What did he do to you? Are you hurt? - many questions poured out of Barbatos' lips, but you still couldn't make a sound while trembling.

The demon offered to take you to the house of lamentation. Along the way, he asked you about your condition, you tried to explain little by little what the problem was about. After listening to you, he firstly offered you a soothing tea.

Having come to your house, he began to make tea for you and then brought it to you with cookies.

- This tea has special properties, it is magical. This should distract you and relax you a bit, - you took a sip and felt much better. The heartbeat began to calm down, and the trembling in the body subsided.

- So you start to tremble if you talk to someone for a long time, right? This will be hard work, but I can help you. I think we should turn to qualified people to alleviate your problem. You won't mind? - he asked you.

You just nodded and mentally thanked him.

Luke and Simeon

After the lectures were over, a little angel approached you and asked you to keep him and Simeon company on a trip to the store. They wanted to buy new baking molds. It was embarrassing for you to refuse them, and you began to convince yourself that if you did not talk much, then everything should go smoothly.

Luke enthusiastically held your hand, talking about what happened to him during the day. After all that, he started asking you about your day as well. Questions followed questions, you didn't even have time to digest them, let alone answer them. Your hands began to sweat and a lump formed in your throat. It was a bad sign.

You turned to look at Simeon, but he was far away from you and was buying fruits.

- Why are your hands sweaty? And why do they tremble a little? - the boy asked in surprise. You looked around and realized that you were also surrounded by too many people. You froze in one place and Luke also had to stop.

- Hey! Everything is fine? - the boy began to wave his free hand in front of your face so that you would answer him.

“Eh… um…” - It was hard to squeeze out something. Panic spread through your body.

- MC, Luke? Is there something wrong? – asked the appeared angel.

- MC seems not ok, - said Luke.

- Let's then go to the hall of purgatory until you feel better - as soon as you came to the hall, Simeon asked Luke to sort out the purchased things, and he asked about what was bothering you.

- MC, do you have anxiety? Do you feel uncomfortable in a huge crowd of people? - your hands were still shaking a little. But you still explained your situation. Simeon listened attentively to you and advised you to be courteous to yourself. He explained that, if you begin to feel an impending panic during conversation, then you need to move away for a while or stop the conversation altogether until you are sure that you are ready to talk again.

- It's okay, MC. We understand you, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Stay with us for a while, and I'll explain to Luke so that he doesn't disturb you, okay?

Solomon

The wizard lived a long time and saw many people. He knows that the character of a person varies from each other, so it is not a secret for him that everyone differs in some features, even in the smallest measure.

He may not know the approach to all people, but he is well aware of the types of people and how they behave.

When he saw you for the first time, he immediately began to speculate about what kind of person you are. Solomon is very observant, he can come to accurate conclusions from the outside. Thus, in the early days, he came to the conclusion that you are not a verbose person and he needed to find out the reason.

He decided that the easiest way to get an answer to his question is to simply ask you directly.

- MC, do you like to talk? - Solomon asked a rather unusual question. Who asks about this?

- ... - you did not know what to answer. You were also uncomfortable with the fact that the white-haired guy did not take his eyes off you, as if he was scanning you.

"Hmm," the boy mumbled thoughtfully. “I see how your pupils have become larger, and that you have taken a protective pose, your hands are also sweating, and you are trying to look away somewhere else. I would ignore it and think that you have a reluctance to talk to me, however, you often act like this with others, which means that it's not about me. Maybe you can't talk to people because of this problem?” - he came to this conclusion.

You just opened your mouth, stunned, even more frightened by his unexpected question.

- I guess I hit the mark? You slowly nodded back at him.

- Hehehe. Don't worry about it, since we are both human, I will help you in any way I can. Still, people should be for each other, and you and your case have become interesting to me.

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wowcatboys · 2 years ago

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Rejoice, for requests have opened again! Could I please get some Makima general relationship hcs? You somehow make her likeable (Unlike canon (No offense if you do like her but it's Makima so y'know?)) Thanks man!

Thank you!! I take this as a huge compliment as a firm and permanent member of the Canon Makima Hate Club™

Makima

Makima's favorite part of her daily routine is an early-morning walk. If you're willing to get up that early, she loves when you come along! She hands off a few of the dogs' leashes to you, sternly instructing them not to pull. Then, she winds her free hand through yours and guides you down a gentle, secluded path next to a pond that's close to her apartment. Sometimes, she's content to pass the walk in silence, soaking in the morning air and quiet peace. Other days, she prefers if you strike up conversation--likely, you won't know which she wants until you're treading down the path, waiting for her to ask you about your daily plans.

Makima has a merciless sweet tooth so be prepared to share your favorite treats. It doesn't matter what you have; cake, ice cream, cookies. She'll always smile innocently, bat her eyelashes at you, and open her pretty mouth without a word. It usually succeeds in getting her part of your dessert--who can say no to a face like that? On the bright side, though, she's always willing to share the generous amount of candies she keeps tucked in her pocket, so it all more or less evens out in the end.

Naturally, Makima tries her best to avoid asking you for things, because she knows you'll be compelled to do it. Even though it's extremely hard for her to break from her previous patterns, she knows that to have a successful relationship, to really love you and be loved in return, you need to be free. That being said...sometimes she's not above asking you to fetch her morning tea. Don't worry, though; she always rewards you with a sweet kiss for your service.

Her weirdly keen sense of smell means that Makima always notices if you're wearing perfume or cologne. She'll often remark on what she does or doesn't like; "Hmm, darling," she'll say, "Of course I prefer your natural scent, but this smells delightful on you."

Even at the best of times, a relationship with Makima can be tricky. She needs a lot of physical and emotional affection, but she doesn't know how to ask for these things, or even express that she wants them. But she is trying, for you. Be generous with your touch, and try to be understanding when she struggles to communicate, and things will get better as she learns what it means to love.

Dates with Makima have a strict itinerary. She likes to plan everything from the time you'll arrive, to what you'll eat, to where and when you'll take photographs together. Sometimes, you need to remind her to just let go and have a little spontaneous fun. It's probably best if you plan most of your dates. That way, you can just unwind and enjoy what you're doing, instead of Makima micromanaging everything down to what you both will be wearing.

Every morning, Makima gently asks if you'll tie her tie for her. Of course she knows how to put it on herself, but she likes when you do it. It gives her the perfect view of your beautiful eyes, and she relishes in the slight warmth of your fingers fluttering against her neck.

She hides it well, but Makima can be insanely jealous. She can't help it--you're the only person she's ever truly cared about. She's just supposed to let other people take your time? The idea doesn't sit well. She knows how to play nice, but anyone taking your time is met with an ice-cold stare from her as soon as your back is turned. If someone really gets too familiar with you, it's altogether likely something bad will happen to them--termination at work, trouble with pests invading their home, other unseemly, dire things. Of course, no one can ever prove Makima is behind it, but it happens often enough that people know to be wary of taking Makima's time with her lover away.

Makima buys you plenty of gifts, often seemingly at random. If she sees a flower arrangement she thinks you'll like, she gets it. If she passes by a window displaying clothes she thinks will suit you, she orders a set in your exact measurements. And jewelry? Don't even get her started on jewelry. She always wraps your gift in neat, pristine paper and presents them to you with a warm smile. It's nice to be showered in gifts, of course, but make sure to remind her she should be doing it because she really wants to, and not out of a misguided attempt to buy your love. She doesn't know any better, so you need to be careful not to enable bad thought patterns.

#chainsaw man/reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man #chainsaw man headcanons #makima/reader #makima x reader #makima #makima csm #makima chainsaw man

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atinyjules · 8 months ago

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Second Time's The Charm Ft. Huang Renjun {ch-2}

A/n: I am back! I was gonna post this two days ago but my period came early and well...your girl experienced her first period migraines and let me tell you...I have never ever felt a migraine as bad as the one I got two days ago but I feel better now! So without further a do!

Here it iss

The mini - masterlist for this series can be found here

Renjun's

I groaned as I felt someone tap continuously on my shoulder. Annoyed, I shifted to the other side and ignored the calls of my name. I relaxed and began drifting to sleep after a while when I felt cold water on my face, causing me to jolt and sit up quickly.

"What the actual fu-" I was cut mid sentence by the high pitched voice of Taeil hyung's youngest.

"Uncle Renjun! Dinner!" I made a mental note to myself to lock my room every time I nap as I looked at the child who held his dragon plushie.

"Did you have to throw water at me?" I raised my voice, making Taejun pout before poking his tongue out at me.

"Dad said, tap thrice and if he doesn't wake up...shake him twice, if he still doesn't wake up...splash water at him." Taejun said, mimicking his father's mannerisms, making me chuckle dryly.

"You know, kids who always listen to their elders too much become nerds when they're older." I said to Taejun, who gasped at me.

" Is that why you're weird? Because you don't listen to elders?" Taejun said in an innocent voice, taking me by surprise.

"Yah!" I exclaimed as he laughed at me.

After changing my wet clothes I lazily went downstairs along with Taejun.

Yuri's

I was currently talking to Jisung who helped me spread out the plates for dinner.

"You know...everyone missed you a lot." Jisung suddenly said making me look up at him.

"Really?" I asked with a smile making him flustered as he looked away.

"Yeah...why didn't you come visit?" He said making g me go silent as I thought about it.

Renjun

"I don't know...maybe because you know, medical school is hard and i just wanted to be the best i suppose." I said making him nod.

"Yeah, it probably is really hard." Jisung said making me chuckle as I patted his head.

"Stop thinking about it, I'm here now!" I said making him chuckle and nod.

"You won't run away, right? Working with gangsters is not an easy task." Jisung warned making me scoff.

"You guys might be the ones who'll run away from me. Besides, whether you guys are civilians or gangsters you're all still my clients." I say, making him nod when the door suddenly opened, revealing Renjun.

I froze the moment our eyes met, and there was a long, deafening silence that traveled around the dining room. Everyone's eyes were on us as we looked at each other. No matter how hard I tried, the memories kept coming back, and so did my rage.

"Ayy, let's all have dinner, shall we?!" Doyoung exclaimed in hopes of clearing the awkwardness from everyone.

"Yeah! Let's eat!" Mark joined in as everyone began taking a seat.

"Go sit." Yuta motioned me to go sit down and start eating.

"Okay.." I said awkwardly and looked at Renjun one last time before heading towards Taesan, Taeil's middle child.

"Taesan, how's the food? Is it good?" I asked him with a smile before taking the seat next to him.

"Mhm!" He said happily with his mouth full. I chuckled and wiped his cheek with a tissue.

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Renjun's

"Come on, let's eat." Jaemin said and wrapped his hand around my shoulder before dragging me to sit in between him and Chenle.

"Mhm... you should try the steak." Chenle said as soon as I sat down. When I didn't reply, he awkwardly cleared his throat and went back to eating.

"Chill, will you?" Jaemin mumbled only for me to hear.

"How do you expect me to chill?" I questioned making him sigh.

"Just chill? That is, if you're actually over the whole fiasco that happened 6 years ago." Jaemin said, making me look at him in disbelief.

"You think I'm affected? I am actually feeling a lot better than I was 6 years ago." I said, making him motion towards me.

"Exactly, if you're over it, you're over it. Leave it at that and go about with your life as usual. Don't talk to her if you don't want to. Just chill." Jaemin said and took a big bite of his steak right after.

"I knew that." I said and aggressively began cutting the steak.

"You're angry." Jeno blurted out without looking up from his plate, eating his food.

"I'm not." I said and ate the piece of steak.

"You are... it's written on your face." Jeno said and looked up at me.

"I'm not.." I replied as Chenle spoke up.

"Can I call her from the 127's table over to our's then?" Chenle asked in a teasing manner, making everyone at the table laugh.

"Renjun is turning red." Jisung said, making me throw my cherry tomato at him.

"Park Jisung!" I stood up from my chair and ran after him to knock some sense into his little brain.

"Wah! Stop! It was just a joke!" Jisung exclaimed in fear as I took a handful of mashed potato and threw it on the floor, causing Jisung to slip and fall.

Before I walked out of the dining room, I saw Yuri making a shocked face while looking at Jisung wincing, and for some reason, it fuelled my anger.

"What are you looking at?" I said before leaving for my room.

Yuri's

What is his problem?

Right after dinner, I was unpacking my things after finishing my night routine. I couldn't help but feel annoyed at how Renjun acted towards me.

"I can't believe I used to date him." I mumbled while folding my clothes but paused and kept the cloth down.

"Although... I really love him back then... he did, too." I mumbled before widening my eyes and realising what I was doing.

"No, no, no, no, nooo! Stop! Stop dwelling in the past!" I exclaimed and slapped my cheek lightly.

"He treated you like trash. He was a jerk! He didn't deserve you, so stop reminiscing about the past Mayuree Leechaiyapornkul!" I warned myself before sighing and letting myself drown in my clothes.

As I laid on top of my clothes, a white box under my bed caught my attention.

"What's this?" I mumbled to myself after taking it out. Since it was covered with dust, I wiped the top of the box with a paper towel.

"Renjun's... what's this doing here?" Although Renjun's name was written, I decided to open it anyway.

I opened the box only to find an old sketch book and a small jewelry box.

"His sketch book, I suppose...but what's this?" I picked up the little jewelry box and tried opening it but failed. After examining the jewelry box, I realised that it needed a key.

I groaned and fell back down on the ground before sitting up again and picking up the sketch book. The very first page gave me an idea of what the contents of the book might be.

Everything that makes me happy

I turned the page only to freeze when I saw my name written in calligraphy. I then turned the page to see a sketch of what seemed to be the back of a girl with curled shoulder-length hair.

"I know this is me..." I mumbled to myself after spotting my favorite cardigan in the sketch.

After analyzing the whole book, I realised it was filled with art and writing about me.

"Did he make it back then?" I questioned to no one in particular.

Huang Renjun is Huang Renjun when Lee Yuri is with him.

Huang Renjun is Huang Renjun when Lee Yuri tells him about her day.

Huang Renjun is Huang Renjun as long as Lee Yuri exists in this world.

I am Huang Renjun because a girl named Lee Yuri is in my life.

I wonder if Renjun realised where he kept his secret box 🤧

That's it for this chapter 💖✨️

I hope y'all liked it, although this chapter was weird. Or maybe it was my period side effects acting up.

Chapter 3 can be found here

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 💖 ✨️

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snugglesquiggle · 7 months ago

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So I was watching a video about JJK and my brain inevitably came back to Corrupt Combustion, which lead me down a rabbit hole of thoughts, mostly focused on Adam. Specifically, his potential interactions with Uzi.

After all, she is a decent enough threat to his plans, with her connection to Nori. But given her closeness to Doll (and whatever relationship they have with Uzi being watched by Yeva), it's interesting to think about what might happen if he learns what she's been up to with Alice.

Because with everything he's doing, him being a Solver Drone with impossible powers, Uzi's going for the same goal without them. And she's succeeding.

(It's ironic. Nori is fully capable of creating Black Boxes, but won't. Her daughter is figuring out how to get around needing them.)

Which lead my brain to spiral with the thought that maybe some of his experiments are based off her work. The Corruption Blaster (better name pending) is, at the very least, a lesson in what not to do. He wants to turn drones into weapons, yes, but having them explode is such a mess afterwards.

Or maybe its the other way around, with Uzi finding one of his villain labs and taking cues from the experiments he did to improve her own work. After all, making a Black Box would make her goal a lot easier.

Which then made my brain go "what if they worked together?"

IDK I think Uzi should have more mentor figures who are villains.

you raise an interesting point about how they might interact given their differing philosophies, but they're kind of operating in different spheres, and the timelines don't work out, i think. uzi is just another kid to adam, and adam is just another wheel group member to her. it's hard for me to think of an angle where they become more than peripherally aware of each other, let alone interested.

uzi just doesn't matter at the time adam's plotline reaches its conclusion. (well, its seeming conclusion. i havent talked about how tessa fits into corrupt combustion and it's WEIRD)

ultimately it's kind of key to CC that uzi is powerless and has no one in her corner

...which i suppose, if i'm being consistent, that's an argument that should also shut down uzi getting trained by alice, which is still an idea i like. but maybe alice gets punished/imprisoned after her failed siege on the corpse spire. (not sure the angle. maybe it comes out that she did sketchy stuff behind the scenes to force the war to happen? or maybe she's found guilty of willfully putting drones' lives in danger, idk.) this would make what happens after the citadel incident that much funnier >:3

or maybe the relationship just falls apart because alice is a bitch and they dont get along. there's a pretty punchy potential moment where uzi realize both alice and nori prefer beau to her and she just ragequits because she has too much pride to try to be someone's replacement

i should probably explain what i'm actually going to do with uzi in corrupt combustion soon

which of course requires explaining what i'm doing with J

but i'm kind of rambling off topic for this ask. i do like the idea of adam taking cues from uzi in his experiments. contemplating it further, there is a possible interaction where, before nori tells him the truth, adam sees uzi as his past self. maybe she's feeling down one day, isolated because of her seeming lack of an innate function, and he explains how he was a late bloomer too.

anyway, thank you for the ask and i'm really flattered you're still thinking about corrupt combustion after all this time <3

#🐍#corrupt combustion #my answers #my thoughts #i'm still not “back” for anyone wondering #i check my notifications here but i'm still focused on the game #havent checked my dash in a week #but maybe i should give up the idea of scrolling through everything i missed

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loquaciousquark · 1 year ago

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Okay, if I want to have any kind of a good time in this playthrough, I have got to figure out the differences between these two characters in my head. A bunch of character rambling under the cut.

Tavish: rogue, survivalist, starts the game off very self-centered not necessarily out of a desire to have more than others, but because she knows if she doesn't take care of herself first, absolutely no one else will. Grew up in Baldur's Gate in a loving family with a younger brother who all died (I think of plague) when she was about ten or eleven. After that she was sent to live with her mother's sister, who absolutely hated having a kid kicking around her place, and spent most of her time drunk as a skunk and scamming the tourists & hoity-toity in the city.

Aunt used Tavish pretty regularly as a participant/face/distraction in these scams & that's where she picked up her light fingers. Aunt was violent in her drunken rages, & when Tavish was about fourteen she killed her aunt in self-defense. Hid the body and lived alone in the tiny (slum, probably) housing for as long as she could, hiding the fact that she was alone, until taxes came due and the whole story came out. At that point she took off on her own rather than go to some city-funded orphanage and spent the next several years living on the streets and trying not to step on the toes of the Thieves' Guild. Definitely got her bell rung a few times for picking the wrong target and wasn't quite good enough on her own to get into the Guild on her own merit. Once tadpoled, has lots of imposter syndrome and has no idea why anyone's asking her to lead this group (obviously should be Lae'zel). Just does what she needs to for herself and lets the rest of them follow along with some bemusement.

However, discovers as soon as she has an ounce of real power/ability that she can't bring herself to be as selfish as she was, that she has a genuine interest in helping others she perceives as weaker and in need of defense. A lot of pity, a lot of "let me extend my hand back into the muck I just crawled out of." Still talking a big talk, still saying all the hard selfish self-centered out-for-myself things, but when push comes to shove does the right thing and doesn't really care if she's thanked for it. Good at the "big-picture kindness," lousy at the one-on-one right thing when she's got her hand in someone's pockets.

It's why the tiefling abduction in Act 2 hits her so hard--saving them in Act 1 was the first real big gesture of altruism she ever managed in her life, and it felt like suddenly it didn't matter at all. However, Karlach especially gives her a lot of guidance on what it means to be kind despite the pain, and it's something she actively works on and becomes a lot better at it through Acts 2 & 3. By the end of the game, a perfectly reasonably mostly well-adjusted person who has a good time and mostly does the right thing.

Relationship with Astarion: built on recognition of mutual artifice. She knows he's using her from the start, and he knows she's letting him do it--he's fully aware she just wants the distraction and she knows he's ingratiating himself & they're both fine making that sort of trade. There's definitely a tangible attraction that starts the first night he feeds; she's surprised at how into she is and likes knowing she was his first humanoid bite even though she straight-up dies, lmao. I think they both enjoy their mocking flirtations because obviously they don't need them, they're already getting what they want anyway: a good time, mind off bigger matters, assurance of mutual protection in a fight. Only much later do they realize they've caught feelings. His comes somewhere around the arrival at Last Light Inn when she's very upset about the tieflings, and he takes her out in the woods and uses sex to help her forget her troubles for a bit, and her genuine gratitude afterwards is what kind of flips that switch in him from casual FWB to something he actually cares about preserving.

For her, she starts really caring for him about the same time, but it's not until he says something in early 3 about wanting to protect her and keep her safe that she gets hooked for good bc she's never really had anything like that since her parents died. Struggles to recognize her worth in the group outside of her utility; probably struggled with having overlapping skills with Astarion and really tried to make herself charismatic and winning in conversations to distinguish herself from him. Ride or die by the Cazador fight and has no idea what to do with this certainty that they're not going to give up on each other anytime soon, but genuinely eager to have some kind of future to look forward to for the first time since her parents died.

Overall, symmetry in the initial fwb -> genuine care pipeline, affection expressed as needling sarcasm and insults, feral defense when one is injured or in serious danger. Parallels in one spending centuries trying to climb out of the shadows and the other trying to hide herself deeper and deeper in them.

Tavaea: I'm still very early in Act 1 (just ran through the owlbear cave and met the tieflings), but I think where I'm landing is that she's playacting good out of a desperate attempt to counteract the dark urges. Ferociously needs to be in control and has an unspoken expectation (which she doesn't know the source of) that everyone will fall in line behind her. Of course she's the leader--why wouldn't she be? Of course Lae'zel should stand down with Zorru--how dare she speak up in the first place? Genuinely doesn't understand that not everyone sees it this way yet & really is clashing with Lae'zel a bit here.

Not really interested in the altruism of the deed--more interested in that it feels like the natural counterbalance to her desire to slaughter. If she's good enough with her actions, she'll balance out her ledger, right? Basically reactionary goodness. Even though she doesn't necessarily believe in what she's doing, has an unquestioned expectation for everyone else to obey her anyway and doesn't understand why they keep having opinions. Definitely is so wrapped up in her own problems she's not noticing any other party members' issues right now--I think the vampire reveal is going to be a genuine shocker.

Expected arc: starts doing right things for the right reasons, I think probably towards tail end of Act 2. I've read just enough to know to expect some NPC death(s) with this background, but I don't know when they occur, so I'll have to see how this shapes the narrative (and is probably the single biggest reason I can't bring this to be my canon Tav). I'd like to use this death as a catalytic event but that'll depend on the timing.

Expected relationship with Astarion: a surprise mutual understanding of compulsion and dependence and the desperate search for freedom and real autonomy. I'm not yet sure how the first night happens motivation-wise; I don't think she's capable of being attracted to anyone as she is right now. I think honestly she's going to be bemused by him more than anything--why is he flirting with her when there are so many more important things to be worried about & focused on?--and I'm hoping she'll be surprised enough to not run screaming for the hills. I do think she feels the easiest around him so far, just because she thinks he's least likely to be repulsed by the urges in her head, so that might help her acquiesce even if she doesn't find him sexy yet.

Interestingly, I haven't found her willing to share the presence of the dark urges to any party members yet (I have everyone recruited but Karlach), and very interestingly to me Astarion is one she actually CAN'T talk to about the urges! So far only Gale, Lae'zel, and Wyll have options for her to confess, and she hardly knows any of them yet. She doesn't trust any of them to not try to do anything risky and definitely doesn't trust herself not to retaliate, so I'm not sure when she's going to get herself over that hump.

Okay. I think that can get me enough to start with. Playacting good in a desperate attempt to get control of her life and balance out the evil she's walking around with in her head. We'll see if she ever gets to the heart of things as we progress!

#quark plays bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3

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artekai · 1 year ago

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Wow, they weren't kidding. Those nightmares can really hit you in your fears and anxieties

Vent under cut (if you read you have to promise not to judge and not to let it affect your perception of me)

I just dreamt that one of my friends texted me something along the lines of "Hey, I need to level with you. I found a romantic partner, and while this hasn't happened before, they fulfill all of my needs so let's not talk anymore" so basically just telling me they didn't need me anymore because they had a partner now so I should stop talking to them. And I know it sounds stupid and like it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things (it's certainly far from the worst I've had), but fuck has it been hard not to be afraid I'm gonna be left alone lately, and my brain just had to spell it out for me. I swear my heart physically hurt when I woke up lmfao, that's how bad it scared me.

I have to imagine it would be easier to deal with the actual, concrete, physical problems I have irl if I weren't also constantly anxious about losing everyone I care about. I'm a terrible friend so I don't see why they shouldn't get tired of me soon and move onto someone better. I know at least they deserve better. And what else do I have going for me if not my friends? They're the only reason I'm still sane. Fml.

I hate that I'm like this. I hate that it genuinely scares me to the point of making me feel physically sick. I've been getting the urge to self isolate again - granted, I've been busy and exhausted so that also makes it harder to socialize - but a part of me still can't help but feel like it would be easier to take it into my own hands, to strike first so it doesn't catch me by surprise. It's my fault that I'm afraid to lose anyone, anyway, for daring to let myself get close to them in the first place. But it always feels so good at first, doesn't it? I always get carried away by that feeling, even knowing what's inevitably coming, sooner or later.

I can't help but think I'm a horrible person for thinking that way, too. I literally come here and publicly display red flags every other day lmao. So I don't understand how my friends still think I'm worth being friends with. Why they didn't jump ship early on like the ones who did. They were right. I'm not worth the risk. I really aren't.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but there is something really wrong going on deep inside, and I really do feel it every day. No matter what I do I'm gonna end up hurting someone I really care about, either by pushing them away or pulling them in close, and I'm not sure which possibility scares me more. I should've stayed alone when I had the chance. It's not fair of me to drag others down with me - to drag really good people who don't deserve it down with me. Just because being alone was starting to hurt me. How selfish, isn't it? It was downright stupid to think I could do things right this time. I don't think I really believed it, I just wanted an excuse.

I really do hate myself a lot. I hate this is how I am, and how I feel, and how I think. I just wanna curl up and cry and forget there is a world outside of me at all. What I've really needed for a while is a shoulder to cry on. But when I try to open up to someone it feels like they jump straight to offering advice or trying to cheer me up or just get uncomfortable and change the topic, and, if they don't, I feel pressured to wrap it up quickly so as to not burden them too much. So how am I expected to open up when it feels like I'm not welcome to do so in my own terms? I'm so sick and tired of bottling shit up. I just want to let things suck sometimes. Because they suck and it's exhausting to pretend it doesn't affect me.

Sigh. I really do just need to break down in someone's arms. But really I just wanna lay down and die. Fml.

#vent #personal #negative #delete later #passively suicidal thoughts cw i guess

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pielove123clan · 7 months ago

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No one asked for my two cents but this is how social media works yeah? To be social? This isn't backed up by anything because I'm lazy and I'm procrastinating enough already. I am not a trained profesional with mental health in anyway, shape, or form, I am just a random person on the internet who feels very heated right now.

I hate people who are like this. I have a right to be sad. Don't misinterpret this as me hating when someone tries to help me, getting mad at them. I guess it is how the sadness is being framed by the other person. If it were this easy, we'd all be frolicking in the feilds and no wars happening, no more anguish. Your going to stop being sad one way or another. That is inevitible. Doesn't matter though because the person is sad in the present. Won't you help?

If the other person comes at me with, "Don't be sad, everything will be ok." Fine. Ok. That's good. You're doing ok. The spiteful part of my brain will think cynically but I appreciate it. The gesture is meaningful and everything feels an tad inch better. It's understandable if you can't say a thing.

If the other person comes along and is like, "Don't cry. You're an adult. Get over it. It's not that bad. You'll go through worse soon." Stop right there. That is not how you deal with this. Everyone has feelings and diffrent life, even if it doesn't seem hard to you. Saying something like this can hurt the other person's feelings or get them to bottle up. This can effect the person in the long run if your telling this to a child.

It seems so obvious, its the lesson that's taught in all the children tv shows! But, if you've been raised by an adult or parent figure or live in a culture that relays heavily on children being lower than the parents, or a difficult home life, this knee-jerk reaction is engrained within their head, its an aspect of the cycle of abuse. Likely, this is repeated more than once within the lifespan of the child. If not corrected, the child will grow up into an adult and if they have offspring, this mindset gets spread to them and then the offspring have to suffer.

There's no one size fits all solution when your dealing with human beings because of how fickle and conditional every aspect of us is? Here's some alternative suggestions to just telling the person not to be sad.:

Distration - Invite them to do something if they'd like to try and get them to feel better

Call them. Let them hear your voice.

Tell them how much you appreciate them

Let them vent and listen to them

Suprise them with something they like

Say some jokes? Maybe

Physical affection and a physical sholder to cry on I hear does wonders.

Do art, any type of art to release those feelings if needed.

Guide them to approriate resources or people they trust. THAT THEY TRUST. Or they can trust. Use your judgement here, if their parent's an asshole, don't direct them to their parents right away. Bad decision. Do not.

Just try to comfort them if their fine

Leave the person alone if they need to be left alone, sometimes we all just need to calm down, relax, take a deep breath, or don't, whatever.

Check up on them later. You need to. Just don't be overbearing, you don't need to check on them 24/7 unless this is a very big emergency and their a risk to themselves or others around them. But even then, TREAT THEM HUMAN. THEY ARE STILL HUMAN.

Just stay safe. Please stay safe. Your not alone in helping them and you need to stay safe.

The idea is, you should not force someone to be happy. Let them experince their emotions out. It's terrible to ball this all up but it's just as bad to try and tell the person how they are supposed to feel.

No worries too if you can't do these, not everyone can think rationally in an emergency. These also seem appropriate to share.

#tanuki speaks #sorry mae

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paleparearchive · 3 months ago

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Beauty Begins With Your Skin

Van Dyck's Birthday 4★ story (1/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: Rembrandt, Velazquez, Van Dyck & Rubens' room (morning) | Characters: Van Dyck, Rubens, Aoi/MC

Rubens: Happy birthday, Tony! Here, this is from Velazquez-chan!

Van Dyck: Thank you, Teacher! I'll have to thank Velazquez later… But I should also complain that he left you to give his gift…

Aoi: Van Dyck-kun, I have something for you too. It's the cosmetics we were talking about the other day…

Van Dyck: Huh!? T-The one I said I couldn't get at all…!? S-Seriously…!?

Aoi: Yes, those cosmetics you told me about were so hard to get. I had to rely on Mucha-san's help.

Van Dyck: No way... I heard they're really popular and you can't find them anywhere… You were the one who put me in touch with the cosmetics industry the other day, weren't you? Well... Thank you as always. I'm happy to do the work I want to do.

Rubens: Ara ara, the two of you are getting along so well. I'm kind of jealous.

Van Dyck: The person I admire the most is you, Rubens-sensei!

Aoi: Fufufu, I can tell just by looking.

Rubens: I also had a beauty set for Tony…

Aoi: I should have discussed this with you first. That way, we wouldn't have had any problems…

Van Dyck: It doesn't matter because I'll treasure them both. Plus, it's a gift from Teacher! You can never have too many cosmetics, I need to try them out as soon as possible.

Aoi: Come to think of it, is there anything else you've tried that has been good for you? I was thinking of getting something new, not the ones I'm using now, but I'm wondering what would be best.

Rubens: Ara, is that so? If you had told me earlier, I would have gone with you shopping or whatever.

Van Dyck: I mean, maybe it's a bit surprising. I thought you weren't interested in this kind of thing, deputy.

Aoi: Well, sorta…

Van Dyck: You're always covered in paint and dust and smells like paper.

Aoi: Uuuh… I'm taking proper baths, but I still wonder if it's something that will stain…

Van Dyck: Maybe you should take better care of yourself, like using aromatic oils? It's terrible the way it is.

Rubens: Ara, you know that it's because of us that Deputy-chan is in such a mess.

Van Dyck: I know, but I don't like what I don't like! It would be a shame to waste something that could be polished to a shine…

Rubens: I mean, sure... Ah, how about getting another gift? The right to play around with Deputy-chan as you please. You can polish her and make her shine as much as you want.

Aoi: Uh… HUUUUUUH! N-No way… There must be someone more than me…

Van Dyck: Huh? Who else do you want me to play around with? You're the most interesting, aren't you?

Teacher, I think that's a great idea! I'll beautify the deputy from the inside and out!

Rubens: Ufufu, I'll just watch and enjoy the show, okay? I'll be waiting to see what you can do this time, Tony.

Van Dyck: Leave this to me!

Aoi: H-Hold on… Even if it's decided arbitrarily…

Van Dyck: Huh, are you going to say no? Even though Rubens-sensei has high expectations!? Are you serious!?

Aoi: No, it's just…

Van Dyck: Listen up. You're not a bad-looking girl, you know? If you seriously put on makeup, you'll definitely become more beautiful. Maybe Renoir and Watteau will seriously try to hit on you.

Aoi: … I think I'd like to refrain from doing that.

Van Dyck: You're not sure about which cosmetics to use? I'm sure we'll find the right ones. After all, you should experience it on your own skin. And I'll give you the best results.

So, how is it? Is that fine for you? You wouldn't say no, would you? It's my birthday present!

Aoi: If you insist... Then I'll leave it to you?

Rubens: Tony seems serious, isn't he? This is going to be so much fun!

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Van Dyck: She did say it was okay, but… I guess she better start taking care of herself first… Yeah, because I couldn't make the most of the material as it was. She looked like she hadn't had enough sleep, and her skin was all dry…

Aaaah, come on! I don't care how busy she is, she should do better on a daily basis!

Rubens: Fufu, what a fuss. I could hear you all the way down the hallway, you know?

Van Dyck: Because there's so much to do, Teacher! I just don't have enough time today…! I want to make her perfect and beautiful, but this might not meet your expectations…

Rubens: Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help. I want to see an adorable Deputy-chan too. Well, she's still cute enough.

Van Dyck: Hmmm… Maybe it would be better for the future if I taught her how to take care of it… Hmmmm…

Rubens: Ara, I guess he can't hear me anymore. Fufu, I can't wait to see how Deputy-chan will get transformed.

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Hello can I request gen hc of Lenny from RDR 2

Sure, I can try! Sorry if his character comes out wrong or something is off, like all my fics feedback is appreciated. You're both about 19 or around that, totally didn't do this because I'm also 19 along with him 😅

Yandere! Lenny Summers Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Some manipulation, Soft yandere, Slight found family dynamic mentioned a times, Paranoia, Fear of loss, Brief slavery mention (Game takes place in 1899, it's part of Lenny's backstory), Clingy behavior briefly mentioned, Dubious companionship.

Just a warning, I'm really new to RDR2 and have only really seen cutscenes and interactions.

If his character is off, I'll try to get better as I'm more acquainted with the source material.

If anyone has any tips to write him or anyone better, I'll take them.

Lenny is the youngest member of the gang.

He's also one of the most educated members due to his upbringing.

I feel like you and Lenny would both be some of the younger members in the gang.

You joined for your own reasons, one way or another you became an outcast… a misfit….

But then you found the gang… your new family.

Lenny ends up becoming a close friend of yours due to your similar ages.

You two end up sharing a lot of conversation as you survive in the gang.

You learn of his past as a slave and what happened to his father… in return you tell him your past.

It's a bit surprising how fast you clicked.

You two would aid one another in robberies while watched with older members of the gang.

You'd often have long intellectual talks or just talks in general.

Lenny is sometimes cocky and confident due to being young, yet he's also intelligent and fun-loving.

He's confident and loyal, always wanting to help Dutch and the gang.

When it comes to you Lenny can see you in a few ways as the requester was not specific.

A close friend… a sibling… a lover… it doesn't really matter for the concept.

Lenny would have a close connection to you due to your shared struggles in the gang and life before it.

Yet you both find mutual comfort in each other.

Lenny would no doubt be very attentive towards you.

He makes sure you always have a serving of food, he even helps you with education if you never learned.

Honestly, Lenny seems like such a sweet character.

He cares for you like family one way or another.

With how he always sits by you and defends you, other members certainly think he's taken a liking to you.

They even assume he has a romantic attraction to you (unless he clears it up).

It's actually a bit cute to see the two younger members of the gang get along.

He's clearly quite fond of you in some way.

It's a bit hard for me to say what would be his yandere characteristics but I'd say Lenny is loyal, caring, and protective.

He's probably not the most possessive person although he will stand up for you.

For example, if someone in the gang was harassing you he'd step in quickly.

He'd probably try to be charming by pushing you behind him to deal with the issue.

Lenny probably wouldn't be quick to pull his gun but he definitely is quick to defend you.

He cares deeply for you.

While when you first met he was excited to go on robberies and look for supplies with you… it's soon replaced with hesitance.

Lenny never thought of this until he was closer to you… but it seems so easy to lose you.

The thought scares him late at night when you're asleep and he's up late on guard.

You're both young and devoted to the gang… but he can't help but wonder if you deserved better?

Lenny begins to think you should stay at the camp while he goes and gets money/supplies.

Surely that will not only impress you but keep you safe?

I feel if pushed to it, Lenny may kill for you.

However he'd primarily try to convince you to stay at the camp to keep you safe.

If you asked Lenny why he's so worried I feel he'd try to avoid the conversation before blurting out his worries.

He's just been thinking… wouldn't it be better if you stayed out of trouble?

Lenny is genuinely just looking out for you.

He wants to protect you like a man should but at the same time… he feels he should do more than that.

Lenny is certainly like a guard to you.

Too much pestering? Feeling sick? Need any help?

Lenny always seems to be there to help you, you're family after all.

I feel like Lenny is certainly a tame yandere but would do anything he can to keep you if pushed into a corner.

He's a good kid according to other members.

He wouldn't be too possessive, wouldn't be too ruthless, just genuinely caring.

He may go overboard with it at times but he means well.

He takes you dancing at the camp, he hugs you close to comfort you, sometimes it feels like he's using you to soothe his anxieties.

However, you may not mind as Lenny is so genuine.

He isn't overly manipulative and doesn't often try to deceive you.

He'll tell you the truth most of the time, even venting his worries to you.

The best part about his yandere is that there are minimal red flags.

He's a bit clingy and protective, yet it's not too suffocating.

Him keeping you in the camp is certainly an odd change… but nothing too out of the ordinary.

He does have a point… the camp is a bit safer.

Concerning behavior would be constant fist fights, attempted murder, isolation, stuff like that.

While that may be possible with Lenny, it's rare.

He'd only fight if someone got on his nerves or if he's forced to, even then he usually finds a way to fix the situation.

Isolation isn't something he really considers as he knows you both see the gang as family.

Overall I feel Lenny can be seen as an overly caring best friend, big brother, or potential boyfriend.

He means well and wants to keep you out of trouble.

He won't start fights over you, but he'll end them.

Even if it requires violence… He'll make sure you stay out of harm's way.

After all… he cares for you, doesn't he?

What kind of man would he be if he didn't look after you so closely?

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